Grief Abounds
Grief Abounds
Grief and sadness abounds this place
When joy and gladness should take its place
Honor in all things that were done
Inscribed above upon the stone
Raised stones for some and flat for others
Dads, Sons, Daughters, Mothers
Unspeakable losses born in their wake
Chimes in the wind echo their names
As each holiday comes to call
Relatives pause to remember all
The emotions swell warm and sweet
Sadness profound and complete
-M. Jacobs
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